Distract Me

Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man or any associated characters. I'm just a fan of this pairing. Cowritten with NdP.

Norman sat alone in the dark room, the only light and sound coming from the huge bank of computers that surrounded him. Sunk deep in thought, he slouched in his chair, studying the screens over his steepled fingers.

A door opened behind him and Dr. Octavius looked into the room. Seeing Norman was alone, he slipped in and shut it behind him. He knew Norman was tense over the accident with the spider, even if it was only because of the trouble it could mean for his company. Without a word, he walked up behind the other man and began kneading his neck and shoulders with light but firm fingers.

Norman's shoulders were stone under Octavius's hands. "I just ordered my son's best friend killed," he said in a low, emotionless voice.

"He's going to die either way," Otto responded almost gently, hands never faltering. "You do what you have to do."

"I know." Still no emotion. "You would have made the same choice, right?"

"If lives must be lost for the good of a project..." He trailed off with a slight shrug as his hands moved a little farther down Norman's chest. "Just don't think about it."

Norman's hands caught Otto's, then slid up his arms. "Distract me."

Smirking a little, Otto leaned over the back of the chair. One hand ran up Norman's throat to his chin, tilting his head back. The scientist tipped his head to one side and pressed his lips against the other man's, tongue seeking admittance. Norman let him in, beginning to relax. The two men had known one another for a very long time, and Otto knew how to manipulate him.

Nimble fingers loosened Norman's tie and slipped the first button on his shirt free. Otto's lips moved to Norman's neck as his hands slid down the rock hard chest and rippling stomach. The businessman was warm, his skin welcoming Otto's touch. He finally moved, bringing a hand up to tangle it in the other man's hair.

"And what shall it be, hm?" Otto purred against the warm flesh as he worked open Norman's belt. The fly soon followed, and the scientist's hand slipped inside.

Norman shuddered, his head falling back against Otto's shoulder. "Your choice tonight," he murmured, breathing in sharply. He wanted an escape from choices.

Smiling, Otto pushed Norman's pants and boxers down enough to release the other man's cock, allowing him more freedom of movement to stroke it. The tip of his tongue traced up Osborn's neck and under his earlobe. There Otto took it between his teeth, nibbling and tugging lightly.

He hissed, lifting his hips. A release of tension, of control, was exactly what he needed.

Taking off the glasses, Otto turned the chair toward him and knelt between Norman's knees, running his hands up his thighs. Stroking him with one hand, he used the other to slip open a couple more buttons, his mouth playing across Osborn's abs.

Norman moved both hands into his hair, one sliding down to rest on the back of Octavius's neck. "Yes..." he mumbled, watching him from under half-lowered eyelids.

The kisses and licks move lower, until Otto pressed his mouth to the base of Osborn's member and nibbled with his lips. Tilting his head sideways, he ran his tongue up the underside while the stroking hand moved down to finger the other man's balls. Otto was beginning to feel a little warm in his lower regions as well at this point.

Norman's hands began to guide Otto, insistent. He was breathing hard, his body tight, wanting.

"Just can't give up control, can you?" Otto teased gently before taking the head in his mouth, massaging with his tongue. It wasn't the first time he'd done this with Norman.

"I try...." he said dryly, but his voice shuddered, along with the rest of him. He fought not to thrust into his partner's mouth. Chuckling a little, Otto took in more and drew off slowly, keeping up a gentle suction. Norman swallowed a moan. "More...."

"I didn't hear the magic word," Otto purred, going back to stroking him, watching his face.

Only for Otto, this word. Ever. "Please...."

"Good boy." The scientist wrapped his mouth around Osborn's hard cock again, working his tongue against it as he took more into his mouth, until it touched the back of his throat.

Norman's hands tightened in his hair. "Mmm, don't get...." The words were lost in another moan. He was getting close; he could feel the bright, wonderful edge.

Drawing off one more time, he took it slowly deeper. His throat worked around it as he swallowed the pulsing flesh, his lips meeting the base before he drew slowly back up.

"Ah god...." Norman's nails dug into Otto's scalp, his neck as he came, hot and jerking in the scientist's mouth.

He sucked the salty white fluid down without flinching, cleaning every trace of it from Norman's skin without spilling a drop. Otto lifted his head and took hold of the other man's tie as he stood, drawing him to his feet as well. Norman obeyed. Were it not for the gleam in his eye, he'd appear submissive. They were both pretty much even height. Otto removed the tie and let it tickle across Norman's throat as he walked around behind him. "And now," he whispered against Norman's ear as he drew the tie up and over his eyes, "it's my turn..." He tied the makeshift blindfold and used one hand to turn the chair so the back was to them.

Norman stood stiffly. This was riding the lines of their agreement, but he didn't contest it much. "Who said you get a turn?" A smirk played over his lips as he tipped his head back to look at Otto under the edge of the blindfold.

"You did say it was my choice," Otto pointed out, running a hand up under Norman's jacket and shirt.

He sighed with a nod. "I did."

Guiding Norman's head to turn sideways, Otto stood behind him and kissed him over his shoulder. One hand stayed under Norman's shirt, sliding around his side and up to his chest, but the other hand was undoing the scientist's own pants.

Norman kissed him back, fierce with anticipation. "And what is your choice?" he purred.

He stripped off Osborn's jacket, setting it aside carefully but quickly, and turned the man to face the back of the chair. "What do you think?" He grinned darkly as he pushed Norman forward at the waist.

He bent over the back of the chair, gripping the arms. This wasn't the surrender it looked. Norman still had the control, if he chose to take it, to say the word. But he had no intention of doing so.

Otto's lips were on the back of his neck, then, the hand back under his shirt. Finger tips ghosted across a nipple as Octavius' other hand ran the tip of his cock up and down Osborn's crack. The scientist made a contented sighing sound, positioning.

Norman pushed back against him. No lubrication: this would hurt. He welcomed it.

Octavius pushed in slowly, more for himself than his partner, savoring the feeling of the tight heat closing around him. Halfway in, he pulled out a little, gripped Norman's hips, and then shoved in to the hilt.

Norman arched with a guttural growl, his fingers digging into the expensive leather. "God yes," he growled, moving back against Otto.

"'God' now, am I?" The other man teased, beginning with slow deep thrusts.

"No," he panted, grinning. "I was talking to myself."

The smile on Otto's face was almost but not quite affectionate. He melted into a different rhythm, slow pulling back, but hard and fast as he rammed back inside. His breath came in sharp pants and gasps, a groan escaping as he felt over the other man's sides and back. Osborn may have had a shirt on, but Octavius knew enough to imagine the strong, solid back underneath.

Norman panted under him, short, half-stifled cries through gritted teeth. He was hard again, pressing against the chair.

Pretty soon, even the withdrawals had sped up, the rhythm evening out as Otto pounded Norman against the furniture. The scientist reached under the shirt again, worshipping the chiseled form it hid with eager hands. Heat grew in him. He could feel sweat prickling on the back of his neck. When he climaxed, he bit back the cry but his fingers curled into claws, raking the nails down Norman's sides.

Osborn arched under him, the heat inside him driving him to his own conclusion. Collapsing against the chair, he let his head fall forward as he tried to catch his breath.

Otto himself was a little flushed as he fumbled with his pants. Wrapping an arm around Norman's waist, he leaned over and purred, "Are we feeling a little better now?"

Norman straightened himself enough to turn the chair around and half fell into it, slipping the tie off his eyes. "Much."

"Good." Finally managing to finish fastening his fly, he ran a hand over Norman's hair and kissed him on the forehead. "I have a few things to wrap up in the lab..." He looked at the other man for permission to leave.

Norman kissed him, not letting him go just yet. "And my wife wonders why I never come home anymore," he said with a dark smile.

"I broke it off with mine," Otto smirked back, even though that had been a while before all of this started. Personally, he didn't care if Norman was married or not.

He hooked a languid hand into his collar, keeping him here. "Good. Because you're mine." Something possessive, almost animal in his eyes and voice.

Since Norman didn't seem to plan on letting him go any time soon, Otto decided to go along with it, sitting sideways across the other man's knees. "Silly and soft, women are..."

"Mmm. Nothing in their mind worth knowing, yet they insist on talking."

And there were better things to do than talk... "Yet we still need them to reproduce."

"I'm working to fix that," he said, only half in jest. "Nature has nothing that science cannot overcome, after all."

"So very true." He kissed the other man again, putting an arm around his shoulders.

He bit his lip, tugging gently. "Eventually, we'll move this project to human testing. And it will work."

Otto stroked Norman's cheek with the backs of his fingers. "And for now we'll test the boy's blood and see if we can determine what went wrong."

A nod. "Shaw should be reporting in soon."

"Hm." He leaned down and kissed Norman's neck a couple times. He was, however, interrupted by a ringing cell phone.

Pulling his jacket back on and adjusting his tie, Norman found the phone. The ID was Shaw's. He answered it with a sharp "Report."

"Sir? You're not going to believe this, but the kid... The kid jumped clear over the car... Landed on his feet..." Shaw still couldn't quite believe what he had seen. "I reached for my gun when he came to see what was going on but he stopped and ran off before he reached the window..."

Norman listened, stunned and silent. Otto watched Norman's expression, curious.

On the other end, Shaw waited in the silence and then said, "Sir?"

"Abort," he said firmly. This boy was going to live. He would live.

"Are you sure, sir? I can go to his home and--"

"Abort!" he screamed into the phone. "I want to study that kid, not kill him!"

"Yes, sir." Shaw hung up the phone.

The scientist raised an eyebrow. "Norman?"

Norman relayed what Shaw had told him. "It has to be my OZ," he said excitedly.

"Well this is an intriguing development." A slow grin spread across his face. A human specimen so soon... "I'd love to investigate further..."

"We have to keep this low profile," he said, getting up, pacing the area. "He can't just disappear; people would make the connection. We have to observe. I'll get the boy to bring him back in, perhaps we can get a second blood sample. The first one said he was dying; something must have changed."

"Hm..." Otto looked down and put a hand to his mouth, the wheels in his head turning. "Get the boy back to the lab and I should be able to take it from there."

Norman nodded. "Tomorrow, or the day after. As soon as possible."

Though it mostly manifested itself as a gleam in his eyes, the scientist was thrilled with this turn of events, but he wouldn't celebrate until he got a look at the new sample. "I'll be ready. Just say the word." He checked his watch. "I really need to get back to the floor, though."

Norman waved him off. "Thank you for your help," he said, already turning back to the computers. And those were their parting words. Otto slipped out without comment, replacing the dark glasses.